The yellow flower trembles

on its patch of scrub.

My blades are careful

but her scowl

obtrudes the air.

I'm alien here

but the veins have got me.

I plow down the green gulf

into the holy river.

A cloud spits hail

on my dive

and the wake

retracts my eyes

to be born green

in the garden of sodom

one more blinking time.

A crescent there in black blue,

the sinking earth,

the fates of ice in current

like dying letters.